Wenclair One-Shots

EnidFlight421 to Wens Tower

Summary:

When enid wants an hug, she starts talking like a pilot like "Enidflight421 to Wens tower, permission to initiate hugging motion? I repeat Enidf-" and Wednesday has to answer with a straight face "permission granted" or Enid isn't happy with it.

When wednesday wants an hug She Just stares at enid until She understands and ask her if she wants one

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It all starts on the first day after the Christmas break. Wednesday was permitted to return to Nevermore due to her efforts in saving the school, something she found herself not entirely adverse to. Oddly enough, her time there had been filled with enough murder mystery and the likes to coax her back for a second semester, especially with her potential stalker out there somewhere.

Upon arriving back at the school, all of her belongings were piled neatly in the dorm room just as she had left them after she was previously expelled. With the help of Thing and Lurch, she had just about managed to return the dorm to the lived-in state it had been in prior to The Incident - as Enid refers to it. It's when she's adding the final touches back to her desk, ensuring the typewriter was central, that Enid comes bursting in, practically vibrating with energy.

"Howdy, roomie!"

Wednesday would be lying if she said she hasn't anticipated their reunion since they had returned to their respective family homes for the holidays. And so she lies - the prospect of finding comfort in another's presence alludes to friendship, nothing but a weakness.

"Must you insist on such outward displays of emotion?" Wednesday says deadpan, not looking up from the desk, adjusting the angle of the typewriter ever so slightly to keep it straight.

Enid laughs. It's a sound she hasn't heard in weeks.

"It's hardly amusing," Wednesday sighs, straightening up and turning to face Enid. She's stood just in front of the door with her hands clasped behind her back and bouncing on her toes, clearly struggling to contain her excitement. The grin plastered across her cheeks is mesmerising, a smile with the brightness of the sun and the beauty of the moon. It's nauseating.

"Sorry, I just missed you!" Enid chuckles, completing the apology with a squeal. "Thing!"

The hand launches off of the box he's perched on and scuttles across to Enid, who has taken two massive strides across the room to meet him halfway, crouching to the floor. The proximity of such pure joy has Wednesday stumbling backwards slightly, back hitting the desk behind her.

"Any closer and the tape comes back out." Wednesday warns, glaring at the pair through narrow eyes. The murderous intent is severely lacking in her voice though.

"Aye aye, Captain!" Enid says, shooting up to her feet and swinging her hand up into a mock salute, whacking herself in the face in the process. She doesn't wince though, she stays rigid and very much failing to keep a straight face.

Wednesday raises her eyebrows as if to say ' really? ' at the display, but the very subtle twitch in the corner of her mouth gives her away. How embarrassing - with such emotion, she may as well be standing on the balcony and shouting to the whole of Nevermore about how much she missed Enid's antics.